“What?”
“Your father. He knows all about you.” She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “He has always known. Oh, Marc. How you’ve disappointed him. You should see him cry when he’s alone and thinks no one’s watching. Like you do, sometimes.”
A sliver of ice pushed its way into my gut, but before I could think of a retort, or run away, the devil was gone.
Leaving the rest of us, of course, to clean up the mess she had instigated.
Chapter 56
Laura looked delighted to see me crawl back into the room. “Good. I was hoping to beat the sin right out of your silly vain carcass, and I wasn’t sure I had finished the job.”
“Your mother’s in the yard.”
Laura, already reaching for my throat, hesitated. “Don’t lie, Betsy. You’ve tried everything but that.”
“But she is. I just talked to her. She said she gave Marc the idea about how you could use your followers to kill vampires.”
“That isn’t true.” But she didn’t look at all sure of herself. “Marc would never hurt me.”
She reached for me again and I batted her hand away. “He’s not the one out to push your buttons, dumbass! She is. This is, like, phase five of her plan to have you take over hell when she retires.”
My ears rang and I realized she’d slapped me so hard and fast that I’d barely seen her hand move. “Stop talking about her!”
“Laura, she wants you to do everything you’re doing.”
“That’s not true! I’ve been doing good! We’ve been killing demons!”
“No, you’ve been suckered. If you won’t stop for my sake, or your own, then stop for no other reason than because it will completely foil your mother’s wicked-?ass plans for you.”
Here came the bright light. Here came the sword, straight for my heart. Here came the killing blow, and thank goodness, because one way or the other, it meant the fight was almost over.
I sidestepped and punched Laura in the eye. She went down without a sound.
I didn’t realize until it was too late that she’d swung wide on purpose.
Chapter 57
Sinclair staggered through the doorway, looking like he’d been through a hurricane. Or through a whole shitload of devil worshippers. Having vampire strength and reflexes was all fine and good, but it didn’t mean that enough bad guys couldn’t take a piece or two out of you.
His suit was in tatters; his face was streaked with blood. I imagine I didn’t look much better. At least we were both standing. Well, leaning.
“Some of them are dead,” he informed me. “Some of them ran off.”
Marc called from the other room, “And some of them are going to need medical attention! I’ll do what I can.”
Sinclair took in the ruined room, the holes in the walls, the broken windows, Laura, unconscious on the floor.
“Are you all right?”
“Shit, no. But I’ll live. How about you? You look like somebody dropped you into a blender and pressed puree.”
“What a coincidence. That is precisely how I feel.”
I went to him and hugged him, closing my eyes as he stroked my back. “Laura’s mom was here.”
“That explains much.”
“It explains mucher than you know.”
“At least you won the fight.”
I looked up at him. “She could have killed me at any time. She threw the fight when she realized her mother had been pulling her strings all this time.”
“Ah.”
“Yeah.”
I imagined Sinclair didn’t need me to spell out the ramifications for him. Given the way he was grinding his teeth, I knew he was equal parts pissed for me and frightened for me.
Because if Laura could kill me anytime—she’d hidden her strength and speed all this time, for one thing— who was really in charge around here? A mere vampire?
Or the devil’s daughter?
And what about the next time Laura and I butted heads? Much as I hated to admit it, there most likely would be a next time. I couldn’t count on her to throw every fight. Frankly, I was pretty sure she’d only thrown this one because I’d shocked her with the bald truth. There were only so many times I could play the sister card.
And next time, she wouldn’t be taken off guard.
Next time, she might kick my ass straight into hell, and then bye-?bye for every vampire she could get her hands on.
And she could get her hands on a lot. Especially since she apparently had followers who would do whatever she asked. Legions of them.
It should have been over.
But it wasn’t. We’d earned a temporary respite, that was all.
Chapter 58
Between Marc and Sinclair, they pulled enough strings to get the wounded to the hospital without us having to fill out reams of paperwork or answer unanswerable questions. Not for the first time I appreciated being married to a rich man who knew people . . . not to mention having Dr. Spangler as a roommate.
Sinclair carried Laura to the room she’d been staying in and laid her on the bed. She was going to have an unattractive shiner, but Marc checked her over and pronounced her merely unconscious.
We still had no idea where Tina was, so I stayed in the room listening to Laura’s soft breathing, waiting for her to wake up.
After about half an hour, her eyes opened and she stared at the ceiling, then at me.
“Welcome back.”
“Is it true?” she asked hoarsely, and I realized with a stab of pity that she was afraid. “Did my mother have something to do with all this?”
“Yeah, Laura. It’s true.”
“I was so sure it was a good plan, the right plan. Instead of running from those—those people, I thought I was—oh, Betsy! How am I ever supposed to know what’s my idea, and what’s part of her plan for me?”
The time was past for comforting lies. “I don’t know.”
“I’d rather be dead than be her puppet.”
“Can’t we find a happy medium between those two?”
She suddenly seemed to notice my ruined suit, the blood, my mussed hair, the way I was covered with bits of soot, wallpaper, and plaster.
Her face crumpled and she clapped her hands over her eyes. I leaned forward, grasped her wrists, and gently pulled her hands away from her face.
